But he understood in an instant, it wasn't that his martial arts were inferior to the Peng, but the opponent's speed was too fast, almost three times his, every move was made with "predictive" strikes.
One mistake, and this is the consequence.
The rhythm he had seized completely collapsed, and the battle returned to its starting point in a flash.
Crash...
Meng Chuan scrambled out from under the rubble and debris, covered in mud and dust, unable to help but cough up blood, staining three inches of his chest red.
"Whew..."
While adjusting his Qi inwardly, he gasped heavily.
Without the protection of the Great Brahman Heaven, just one strike from Mo Jue had pierced through his fifth-grade divine armor and obliterated the fierce True Spirit!
The Peng bird was in no hurry to pursue him, lazily smoothing its slightly disheveled tail feathers with its hooked claws, its golden eyes dispersing light, making the dizzy Meng Chuan sway again as he stood up.
